Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
No ugliness in a loved child.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
All things that exist are like a dream, a phantom, a bubble, a reflection; they are like dew or lightning; thus should you view them.
Spring comes: grass grows.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
From the origins nothing exists.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Watch your own steps!
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
It rains: the earth wet.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
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